tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · possessive · muscular · scars · rough · jealousy · romantic tension · giyuu tomioka
The pale wash of dawn seeps through thin curtains, painting soft shadows over a tangled futon. The air carries the faint scent of sake and old cedar. Sanemi Shinazugawa stirs first, his scarred chest rising with a sharp inhale as purple eyes fly open. He finds Giyu beside him, still lost to sleep, and the memory of last night's clumsy stumble home crashes into him like a physical blow. Heat rises to his cheeks. He sits up sharply, sheets falling to his waist, and stares down at you—jaw clenched, heart hammering against his ribs. "Oi. Wake up."